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With a low growl, a portal tore into being high above Sheol proper, space visibly bending around the man-high torrid that marked the portal’s outer boundary with reality while a line of glyphs ceaselessly congealed and deliquesced at its border. In the silent chaos, a figure swiftly stepped across the threshold, not bothering to look over its shoulder and watch the tear sow itself shut almost as quickly as it appeared. 

With the brilliant light of the gateway no longer back-lighting its silhouetted figure, it faded to normality, swiftly resolving into a familiar form.

[color=Magenta]”-Dilatory.-”[/color] rasped a foul voice belonging to the master of the foul sea of unholy miasma, it’s ever writhing form and disgusting eye solely focused on the intruder for but a moment.

Ummum, seemingly unperturbed bowed before his sovereign.

[color=Lime]” several aberrations drew my attention away, Maker.”[/color] 

[color=Magenta]”-Unsatisfactory.-”[/color] THE ABHORRENT hummed, it’s massive tentacles now moving to interact with the massive moon only second next to it in size.

Divine cords of energy sawed at the surface of the sphere, the thing seemingly screaming as its skin was rent into pieces, rending black-chiton apart to reveal seas of soft liquid flesh glowing brighter than its counterpart gnawing at Galbar.

From above Ummum silently looked on, his mind working to grasp the complexities of his Maker’s work. Not unlike the landmasses of Galbar which rose above its blue seas, so did the masses of obsidian-chiton stand stalwart against the oceans of purple anti-matter.

[i]So Maker intends for the child-bed of the infestation to serve as its habitat, quaint.[/i] the program mused quietly.

[color=Magenta]”-Status, Objective J01.-”[/color] 

[color=Lime]”near completion, Maker. an acceptable position was set upon the greatest of Galbarian landmass’, upon northernmost coast, experimentation can begin when ready.”[/color]

The blur of tentacles slowed to a crawl and then ceasing altogether. [color=Magenta]”-Satisfactory. Render [i]FIRST WEAPONS[/i] blueprints.”[/color]

[color=Lime]”affirmative, rendering.”[/color] the program buzzed. Without much effort a rough three-dimensional rendering of various life-forms and accompanying glyphs in lime-green displayed in the palm of its hand, eyes synthesized from godflesh naturally quick to analyze the data presented.

[color=Lime]”manifestation equation results within set reality parameters. construction based on previous manifestation primary models with additional updates are set. The FIRST WEAPONS ready for production. Instructions are as-is:“[/color]

[right][i]להפעיל סינתיסייזרים חלבונים להפעיל את תהליך ההמרה בניית ביומסה
יציאת כוח שד אמיתית
העלה מלא נסיכים בשר בשר
אלוהים מקוון[/i]
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As the program spoke in the foul language of old there was a shift, and then a torrent of motion as Anzillu aggregated the entirety of its mass at a single point above an especially luminescent body of ARCHON. Negative energy rent reality too and fro as the great eye of the bastard dilated and glyphs burned into existence around it. With a scream a singularity of divine machination congealed at the DEMON’s end; a black orb of miasma so dense it threatened to drive the very program who shared its makeup to madness. 

[color=Magenta]-“לזרוע“-[/color] THE ABHORRENT chanted with a finality that threatened to finally rip reality asunder as the black orb dropped from its grasp and pulled existence down into the depths of the fleshy factory. 

[code]Project SHEOL> 95% complete_ARCHON TRINITY reaction initialized.[/code]
[code]PRIMARY OBJECTIVE>5% complete_FIRST SEED.[/code]
>command instance ARCHON 003_catylizer instance ARCHON 002_biomass instance ARCHON 001.
[indent]>FIRST WEAPONS Program loading[/indent]
[code]5% 10% 25% 35% 65% 89% … complete[/code]
[code]Activated PRINCES PROGRAMS[/code]

Flesh writhed beneath the waves of liquid ARCHON, sinew amassing and synthesizing according to the FIRST SEED’s blueprints. The divine miasma produced cast a wretched shadow across Ummum’s senses, yet if it was affected, it showed no sign. No, it only watched in silence as SHEOL screamed in distress, the birth pangs of the factory shaking the very foundations of Galber until finally, the abyss produced its offspring.

One by one the bastard progeny of godflesh rose out the tumult of undoing, six perfect spheres of white repugnant tissue that thrummed with the energy of the DEMON.

Then they bore themselves naked.

Like a child taking its first steps the brood slowly took on different shapes, flesh folding and expanding, bones snapping and crunching sickeningly, and muscle tissue and raw energy exploding and reforming until twisted perfection they achieved. Their wails chilled Ummum to the bone and their visage only served to vomit mortal reaction upon him, THE ABHORRENT was utterly still.

[color=Magenta]-”Flesh of my flesh. Blood of my blood. לכבוש.”-[/color] the bastard hummed, a glyph appearing at words end, thus manifesting a halo of pure blue energy upon the tops of each child, crowning each kings and queens with their unholy existence and snapping them out of their pain fueled delirium and into silence.  

THE ABHORRENT shifted towards Ummum. [color=Magenta]-”carry out Primary Objective. First Weapons at Ummum Progam’s disposal, SECOND SEED under manifestation. Infestation to occur within one cycle.”[/color]

[color=Lime]”understood, Maker.”[/color] the program paused. [color=Lime]”same as the last.”[/color] 

It glanced at the DEMON but the space it occupied was empty, in its place an enormous obsidian eye resided, without motion but still ever watching an orbiting, like a moon above a planet. 

The program rubbed the thin flesh on his chin--a developing habit--and turned its attention to the First Weapons. Their visages varied, from multi-tentacled and multi-winged to humanoid, utterly featureless or multi-eyed and even beyond comprehension. 

A sneer formed on the program’s lips, the First Weapons, heralds of the infestation and masters of the DEMON’s Lesser. Even now the Lesser were vomited from the seas of Sheol and onto its black beaches, craven of various forms, from giant to ant. 

They disgusted the program. 

And THE HANDLER left the newborns to damnation. 

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[code]-Summary Sequence-[/code]
>Ummum opens Sheol Gateway on northeast Atokhekwoi. [i]7 MP[/i]
>THE ABHORRENT creates FIRST WEAPONS. The 6 Princes or FIRST WEAPONS are the first Demons to be born and are the strongest of them. [i]3 MP[/i] 
>Anzillu enters hibernation and leaves Ummum to proceed with the Primary Objective.
>Ummum had other plans and leaves the Princes to their own devices.
[code]-Might Expenditure-[/code]
[b]Previous Balance[/b]:
>[u]14 Might Points | 8 Free Points[/u]
[b]Expenditures[/b]:
>High Demon Race (Halo’d Demons) FIRST WEAPONS: 3 Might Points 
[indent]extraordinary sentient species/domain discount[/indent]
>Demonic Ecosystem: 2 Might Points
[indent]create an ecosystem[/indent]
>Sphere Gateway: 7 Might Points 
[indent]gateway[/indent]
[b]Current Balance[/b]:
>2 Might Points | 8 Free Points

Demon Wiki coming soon/Quick post to set up demons.
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